In a world where magic is real and evil walks
amongst humanity, a young sorcerer is beset upon by enemies, both old and new.
Angelus Salvatore is the only necromancer in all of Boston, and his name is
whispered warily by the undead and fellow sorcerers alike. He and his brother
Isaac are the lone survivors of an attack by an army of the undead, in which
Angel used a spell so powerful it forever marked his place in history.

Now,
years later, Angel struggles to balance his career as a teacher of the higher
magical arts, his role as big brother, and a tenuous relationship with an Elder
vampire from the local clan. When his brother's boyfriend is used as a pawn in
a mysterious plot to draw Angel out, Angel is once again drawn back into the
old hostilities that fueled the Blood Wars and led to his family's death.

Leaning on others for help is something Angel cannot
do, and while he searches for clues into who may be targeting him and his
brother, Angel finds his heart steadily growing occupied with Simeon, Elder and
vampire. Dealing with death magic and vampires on a daily basis may leave Angel
jaded when it comes to life and staying that way, but the more time he spends
fending off the ancient vampire's attention and affections, the more he
realizes he wants to give in.

Can Angel find out who wants him dead, and keep his
heart safe in the process? How can he fall for a vampire, when his whole family
was torn apart by an army of the undead?

Death stalks the streets of Boston's historic Beacon
Hill....and there is no one more suited to battle against death than a
necromancer.

He must have passed out, too damn tired from a long
day at work, interrupted sleep, and a semi-major working that consumed a huge
portion of his reserves. It took power to use power, and even though Angel
fueled the spell with ambient magic, he still had to control and shape the
working. It was a bitch, doing magic cold like that, and he would have been
better off if he hadn’t gone into it stressed out and tired. Not to mention he
couldn’t remember the last time he ate anything more substantial than tea and a
muffin. Isaac moving out meant Angel forgot to eat more often than not.

Angel woke wrapped up in his favorite blanket, his
bed warm and welcoming. Something was tickling his face, and he worked a hand
free from under the blanket to swipe at his cheek. Feeling cool skin and soft
lips, Angel opened his eyes.

He was in
Simeon’s arms, laying half on his clothed chest, their faces so close together
the vampire’s deep green eyes were all he could see.

Angel’s hand was caught up in Simeon’s, their
fingers intertwining. Angel’s eyes drifted shut as Simeon closed the tiny
distance between them, his soft and cool lips ghosting over Angel’s. He pulled
in a deep breath of Simeon-flavored air, the vampire’s scent filling his mouth
and nose.

The scent of fresh blood was in there too—Simeon
must have fed before taking Angel home, the potent tang of hot metal impossible
to miss. The sensation of Simeon’s lips barely touching Angel’s did
unrepeatable things to his nervous system, setting him on fire with a cool
flame.

His body jerked, just a little, freezing and
alternately relaxing as Simeon’s lips settled over his in a full kiss, with a
hint of tongue and the nip of sharp teeth.

I'm a thirty something woman with way too big an
imagination, but that comes in handy when I'm writing. I have been writing
since I was a child, when I took a four-page assignment on what I was going to
do on summer vacation and turned it into a 100 page fantasy epic all written by
hand...in crayons. No joke.

I work a day job, but I can't share for who, since
the Old Man isn't as liberated as the people who read my books. I'm married, I
have furbabies, and I live with loved ones. I adore a certain show about a
British consulting detective and his grumpy army doctor, and that spawned an
addiction to Johnlock fanfiction, which then evolved into me writing it. Gawd,
that's embarrassing. Put this down in the TMI section of my Bio, okay? I enjoy
martial arts, movies where things blow up, and I wish I lived in a Marvel
movie.

I live in the beautiful and lonely Berkshire County
in Massachusetts, and I see way more wildlife than I care to on a daily basis
(bears!). My perfect day is reading surrounded by friends and family who don't
think it's odd I want to hang out but not talk, and my favorite scent of all
time is a cool fall evening with leaves burning.... less a scent, and more of
an experience.